All My Sons
by:
Battery
Cars, bombs, radio-waves. Snakes, posion, the whole upper state. Television, pirde, video games, nuclear warfare, the electric chair. Nurse, rape, remote controls. Our local government with a lack of goals. Capitalism, nationalism, murder conducts one's own hate for one's own love. Censorship, companionship, the loss of lies... as new ideas fly by. Pink slips, the homeless, and the loss of life. America proud to meet its demise. Black flags, conservatives, read my lips, all of these found in fellowship. Prosaic, crack, the want for smack. Where the destruction of our future lies.
A symphony of wires tangled in twine. Everyday of our lives, we all stand side by side. We all wait day by day.